My kitchen is always a mess. Always. No matter if I clean as I go while I’m cooking dinner
or if I wash the dishes before I go to bed, or if I clear off the counter before
I start cooking. It just stays a mess. And I’ve given up, really, trying to keep it unspoiled.
I think it’s a waste of my energy at this point.
Right now, I’m focused on many other things. I’m appreciating where I am right now in life
and how much everything has changed in just short years. We’re growing as a family but
most importantly, we’re growing stronger. It’s beautiful, really. I realized that our family will
either sink or swim based on us. Our son is totally following our lead. If Mama or daddy is sad
or overwhelmed, he feels it. If we are happy and content, he is as well.
So I’ve been making a conscious effort to be patient and to
view all my so-called “issues” as blessings. For example…
If my living room is a mess, that means our kid love to play.
If my bedroom is a mess, I’m grateful that I have a decent sized bedroom and
lots of clothes.
When I see dirty dishes in the sink, instead of sighing and cursing the fact that
we are forever washing up dishes, I will be grateful that we have dishes. Dirty dishes
mean we eat regularly.
If I feel exhausted, I will try to remember that this is what
building a legacy is about. Long hours, big projects.
When our son drives me crazy with he´s 2,768th grumbling for
something, I will admire his persistence instead of fussing under my breath.
If I chose to look at everything through a more positive lens, then eventually, it will
become habit. And then those daily annoyances will instead be small reminders of how
good life actually is.